Let me guess, you want them
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?